#American massage wrestling

[lesbianandstressing]

natasha romanoff and yelena belova headcanons

incase it isn’t obvious, i’m very much in denial about natasha dying and i’m choosing to be delusional and pretend she’s not dead 🤪

like any little sister, yelena makes it her mission to pester natasha to no end. she will not let her big sister have a moment of peace.

lots of snuggling. both are very touch starved and find a lot of comfort in each other’s arms. yelena is usually the little spoon. she lays her head on natasha’s chest and curls into her side.

yelena is a very tough person and won’t flinch at most things, but the one thing that absolutely destroys her is tickles. she’s ridiculously ticklish everywhere, especially her feet. natasha takes advantage of this and will pin yelena down and tickle her until she has tears rolling down her cheeks. yelena will never admit this, but she doesn’t mind it that much.

tons of play fighting and wrestling. natasha usually initiates it, because yelena is being a little shit. they don’t really use any of their assassin skills, they just become a mess of limbs and laughter.

natasha has a lot of sweet pet names for yelena. she calls her the russian equivalents of baby, sweetheart, and love. yelena positively melts every time natasha calls her one those names. yelena will strictly call natasha poser.

they share a bed. they both seem to sleep the most soundly when they are next to each other, and it’s very typical for them to fall asleep cuddling. natasha has to move away when yelena becomes a furnace.

yelena will often pout to get natasha to give her massages. she’s not used to positive touches but absolutely relishes in it when natasha gives her positive touch. natasha doesn’t mind rubbing her back, but she is much less fond of touching yelena’s feet, unless she’s tickling her.

natasha sings american pie to yelena to help her sleep. not many people besides yelena know about this, but natasha has a really good voice.

natasha loves blowing raspberries on yelena’s cheeks, just to annoy her because her knows that yelena will squeal and squirm when she does this.

yelena will come up behind natasha and wrap her arms around her waist, burying her head into her shoulder. natasha instantly relaxes when yelena does this, no matter who is watching.

natasha kisses yelena’s forehead and cheeks frequently. yelena always melts into her touch.

no one has ever seen natasha as soft as when she’s with yelena. the avengers love seeing her like this, because they all notice how relaxed and happy she is with yelena. but they will of course still poke fun at her.

marvel studios will pay for my therapy

[mayhemakinguser]

Task Force 141 x F! Reader part 3

Wow, the third part to this story! Yippee! Chaotic gets off her arse to actually produce somewhat good content!

Call sign: Casanova

Reader is confirmed to be American because fudge life ok?

It's your turn to spar with Ghost! That cant be going too well... right?

<story starts now woohoo>

"Ghost, get in the ring."

You perk up. Ayo? Sparring with Ghost? You get to wrestle with that huge sexy man? Hallelujah amen, God is blessing your arse today.

Soap trudges off the mats and stands to the side with the others, now a humble spectator. Ghost removes his boots and places them neatly against the bench and ominously heads your way. Not gonna lie, you were a bit nervous. He was standing threateningly. Like that standing emoji. (Author cannot insert said emoji because her android does not support it, tf man)

You eye him and he eyes you back. He carried himself as if he were Death itself. Just look at those hands. Man could crush skulls with those things.

"Ready? Fight!"

You blink and immediately go on the defensive because the moment your captain said "fight!" Ghost was already launching himself towards you. He swings a fist and you block it with your forearm, the contact making your entire arm almost go numb.

You curse, somewhat expecting him to be as rough with you as possible (mmm, rough), but not quite. You dance away from him, your mind telling you to gather some distance from the six foot something male.

But he wouldn't let you retreat so easily. He sweeps a leg under your flitting feet and you trip and fall on your butt. Instantly, you roll away before he could pin you down. You get on your knees and bounce up, delivering a swift kick which he blocks almost easily. You don't hesitate again and swing your other leg, but the man was so tall you could only hit his shoulder.

First mistake. Ghost seizes your ankle and throws you to the side, and you release a yelp in surprise. You crash to the floor and scramble to get up. Ghost grabs your shoulder and pins you down. With animalistic instincts, you decide to bite his arm. Hard.

"Fucking hell!" He curses, releasing you and you clap the side of his head with a closed fist. It causes him to lean towards the side and you take the opportunity to slide out from underneath him.

As fast as a viper, again this damn man pins your ankle to the floor and yanks, making you fall flat on your stomach. Ghost is on you in seconds, elbow digging in between your shoulder blades and one hand digging into your scalp, yanking your head up.

"Ghost wins."

You can't help but smirk. "Why don't you pull my hair a little harder, Lieutan-"

Ghost jerks his balled hand full of hair up and you yelp again. He whispers lowly in your ear, "Watch yourself, Casanova. I could easily break your neck."

You swoon. This man is so fine.

He lets go of his hold and you lie on the floor for a moment before rolling onto your back, sitting up, and massaging your head. You didn't mind the pain. In fact you quite liked it.

"Your hand-to-hand combat is good, but could be better," Price declares, looking down at you. He gives a grin. "But you are clearly suitable for this task force. Welcome to the team, Casanova."

He offers a hand to you and you take it gratefully as he lifts you up. The other men clap you on your shoulder, congrating you for your admission in. You notice someone is missing and you look around.

The boots on the bench are gone.

----

"Jesus in heaven, I am starving!" You complain loudly, plopping on the bench with your food in hand.

"Didn't you eat before you got here?" Rudy asks, shoveling some food into his mouth.

"Nah. Was too excited to. Now I pay the price," you respond, shaking your head.

"Could tell. You're like a rambunctious child," Gaz jokes, elbowing you.

"Like you're any better!" Alejandro calls with a grin. Gaz flips him off and you can't help but guffaw.

"Anyway, where's Ghost?" You ask, biting your food. You question was aimed towards anybody.

Soap answered. "He usually doesn't eat with us, but occasionally he does."

You hum, scanning the soldiers around you. When was the last time you had lunch with your old squad? Before they...

"So..." your attention went back to your table. "Why is your call sign Casanova?" Polite talk. This you could do.

"Because of my amazing personality," you chirp with a smirk. "I'm super awesome, good in battle-"

"Narcissistic, more like," Rudy interjects. You stick your tongue out at him.

"One of my comrades were like, "S***, L/N, you are such a casanova!' and it just stuck." You smile at the memory.

"...What happened to your comrades?" Soap asks hesitantly.

You should've saw this coming. You smile wavers a moment before it fixes itself.

"It was just one hell of an accident. But I'm sure the "accident" is pretty infamous. You probably already know what happened," you say carefully, trying to not reveal anything. Just keep the smile. Keep smiling. Especially when you don't feel like it.

Soap mumbles a "sorry" and the atmosphere became tense and quiet. Suddenly, you aren't very hungry anymore.

You rise to your feet and throw your food in the trash. "I'll be right back."

"Chica, didn't you say you were hungry? You barely ate any of your food," Alejandro observes, watching your face. Strangely enough, Alejandro liked you, but not for your pretty face. He liked your personality, although it seemed like a mask.

You wave a hand. "I was exaggerating. Imma just take a stroll. See yall later."

You walk off, thoughts swirling and your body went into autopilot.

What went wrong? What could've went differently? Why are you still alive? These questions kept you up at night, but you have never found the answers since the tragedy. Since they all...

You bump into someone. You curse. "Yo, my bad-"

You gaze up and realize it's your captain. He looks down at you worriedly. "Casanova, are you alright? Why aren't you eating with the others?"

"Not hungry. Still have my energy," you respond breezily. "Just decided to explore the base."

Price watches you, the same way Alejandro was. "I see."

Silence. Awkward as hell. You shuffle on your feet.

"If you need anything..." he begins, studying your expression. "You can speak with me in my office. Or anyone of your team. You're a part of the family now."

You force a smile. "Thanks, Cap'n. I'll be sure to take you up at the offer someday." You continue your stride before a voice stops you.

You turn again and see Gaz jogging towards you. Price continues walking in the other direction, not wanting to intrude in the conversation that was about to occur.

"Hey," he says breathlessly. You nod at him in acknowledgment. "Just wanted to say Soap didn't mean-"

"-Anything by it. I know. I wasn't offended or anything, so don't worry about it," you interrupt.

He shifts some of his weight on his other foot. "Look, we all have lost people. We're not going to judge you because you're a survivor. I'm sure a lot of people blame you for... y'know." Gaz scratches his neck. "It wasn't your fault. Things happen."

You purse your lips and exhale deeply. "Thanks for the sentiment. But it has to be someone's fault, right? I could've prevented it. I should've died with them."

"Don't say that!" You blink at his outburst. "No one deserves to die, least of all you. You can't stop the world from spinning. I don't know what happened at that time, but there couldn't have been a way."

You stare at him, surprised. These were some weird people, this lot. "...Thanks. Uh. Yeah." You weren't a person that could express emotions easy.

It got awkward real quick.

"Imma just..." you point to the way out. He nods.

"Yeah. Come back whenever you're ready." Gaz turns on his heel and jogs back to his squad mates.

You smile at his back. Maybe joining Task Force 141 won't be so bad after all.

<end of story wow>

This hadn't been proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes! hope u enjoyed this part yipeee-

YOu could tell I rushed pretty hard lmao-

PART FFOUR IS IS FINALLY HERE WOW

[willcodehtmlforfood]

The quickest way to second-guess a decision to major in English is this: have an extended family full of Salvadoran immigrants and pragmatic midwesterners. The ability to recite Chaucer in the original Middle English was unlikely to land me a job that would pay off my student loans and help me save for retirement, they suggested when I was a college freshman still figuring out my future. I stuck with English, but when my B.A. eventually spat me out into the thick of the Great Recession, I worried that they’d been right.

After all, computer-science degrees, and certainly not English, have long been sold to college students as among the safest paths toward 21st-century job security. Coding jobs are plentiful across industries, and the pay is good—even after the tech layoffs of the past year. The average starting salary for someone with a computer-science degree is significantly higher than that of a mid-career English graduate, according to the Federal Reserve; at Google, an entry-level software engineer reportedly makes $184,000, and that doesn’t include the free meals, massages, and other perks. Perhaps nothing has defined higher education over the past two decades more than the rise of computer science and STEM. Since 2016, enrollment in undergraduate computer-science programs has increased nearly 49 percent. Meanwhile, humanities enrollments across the United States have withered at a clip—in some cases, shrinking entire departments to nonexistence.

But that was before the age of generative AI. ChatGPT and other chatbots can do more than compose full essays in an instant; they can also write lines of code in any number of programming languages. You can’t just type make me a video game into ChatGPT and get something that’s playable on the other end, but many programmers have now developed rudimentary smartphone apps coded by AI. In the ultimate irony, software engineers helped create AI, and now they are the American workers who think it will have the biggest impact on their livelihoods, according to a new survey from Pew Research Center. So much for learning to code.

ChatGPT cannot yet write a better essay than a human author can, nor can it code better than a garden-variety developer, but something has changed even in the 10 months since its introduction. Coders are now using AI as a sort of souped-up Clippy to accelerate the more routine parts of their job, such as debugging lines of code. In one study, software developers with access to GitHub’s Copilot chatbot were able to finish a coding task 56 percent faster than those who did it solo. In 10 years, or maybe five, coding bots may be able to do so much more.

People will still get jobs, though they may not be as lucrative, says Matt Welsh, a former Harvard computer-science professor and entrepreneur. He hypothesizes that automation will lower the barrier to entry into the field: More people might get more jobs in software, guiding the machines toward ever-faster production. This development could make highly skilled developers even more essential in the tech ecosystem. But Welsh also says that an expanded talent pool “may change the economics of the situation,” possibly leading to lower pay and diminished job security.

If mid-career developers have to fret about what automation might soon do to their job, students are in the especially tough spot of anticipating the long-term implications before they even start their career. “The question of what it will look like for a student to go through an undergraduate program in computer science, graduate with that degree, and go on into the industry … That is something I do worry about,” Timothy Richards, a computer-science professor at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst, told me. Not only do teachers like Richards have to wrestle with just how worthwhile learning to code is anymore, but even teaching students to code has become a tougher task. ChatGPT and other chatbots can handle some of the basic tasks in any introductory class, such as finding problems with blocks of code. Some students might habitually use ChatGPT to cheat on their assignments, eventually collecting their diploma without having learned how to do the work themselves.

Richards has already started to tweak his approach. He now tells his introductory-programming students to use AI the way a math student would use a calculator, asking that they disclose the exact prompts they fed into the machine, and explain their reasoning. Instead of taking assignments home, Richards’s students now do the bulk of their work in the classroom, under his supervision. “I don’t think we can really teach students in the way that we’ve been teaching them for a long time, at least not in computer science,” he said.

Fiddling with the computer-science curriculum still might not be enough to maintain coding’s spot at the top of the higher-education hierarchy. “Prompt engineering,” which entails feeding phrases to large language models to make their responses more human-sounding, has already surfaced as a lucrative job option—and one perhaps better suited to English majors than computer-science grads. “Machines can’t be creative; at best, they’re very elaborate derivatives,” says Ben Royce, an AI lecturer at Columbia University. Chatbots don’t know what to do with a novel coding problem. They sputter and choke. They make stuff up. As AI becomes more sophisticated and better able to code, programmers may be tasked with leaning into the parts of their job that draw on conceptual ingenuity as opposed to sheer technical know-how. Those who are able to think more entrepreneurially—the tinkerers and the question-askers—will be the ones who tend to be almost immune to automation in the workforce.

The potential decline of “learn to code” doesn’t mean that the technologists are doomed to become the authors of their own obsolescence, nor that the English majors were right all along (I wish). Rather, the turmoil presented by AI could signal that exactly what students decide to major in is less important than an ability to think conceptually about the various problems that technology could help us solve. The next great Silicon Valley juggernaut might be seeded by a humanities grad with no coding expertise or a computer-science grad with lots of it. After all, the discipline has always been about more than just learning the ropes of Python and C++. Identifying patterns and piecing them together is its essence.

In that way, the answer to the question of what happens next in higher education may lie in what the machines can’t do. Royce pointed me toward Moravec’s paradox, the observation that AI shines at high-level reasoning and the kinds of skills that are generally considered to reflect cognitive aptitude (think: playing chess), but fumbles with the basic ones. The curiosity-driven instincts that have always been at the root of how humans create things are not just sticking around in an AI world; they are now more important than ever. Thankfully, students have plenty of ways to get there.

[msclaritea]

Leading UK Charismatic Pastor Accused of Abuse of Young Men | by Paul Walker | Backyard Church | Medium

"According to victims who have recently spoken out, the organiser of a UK-based Christian Youth Festival stands accused of running a cult in which he urged young men to receive full-body massages on his bed and partake in prolonged wrestling matches.

Since bursting to prominence in 1993, Rev Canon Mike Pilavachi has fronted the Soul Survivor Watford church and its yearly summer festivals, which attracted over 30,000 young people from around the world each year.

However, Pilavachi recently resigned from his Church of England ministry role after claims of inappropriate sexual relationships with young people came to light in April 2023..."

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday. Though one of these facts is a fib!

Minch, Yoda’s first name is.

Bananas have more trade regulations than AK-47s.

About 20% of US children eat pizza on any given day.

In Oklahoma, it's illegal to get a bear drunk and then wrestle it.

The original Popeye got his strength from rubbing a magic hen.

Persistent hiccups can be stopped with a digital rectal massage.

The average IQ of all the serial killers who have been caught is 89.

Samuel L. Jackson was an usher at Martin Luther King Jr.’s funeral.

French employees are forbidden by law from eating lunch at their desks.

Ejaculation from a human typically happens at a speed of around 28 miles per hour.

The longer a whiskey is aged, the longer it takes for your body to get rid of the alcohol.

When the Bakerloo line was last cleaned, staff pulled out 6.5 tonnes of grime and fluff.

American judges give harsher sentences when their football team unexpectedly loses.

In Star Trek, when Mr. Spock says something is “impossible”, it happens 83% of the time.

People suffering from superior canal dehiscence syndrome can hear their own eyeballs moving.

If you make it to the airport without dying, you've already passed the deadliest part of plane travel.

In 2016, the head of MI6 said he wouldn’t hire James Bond because he does not act ethically enough.

The US National Security Agency has asked employees to spy on people with ‘dignity and respect’.

‘Russians in the gazebo’ (‘russere i lysthuset’) is an old-fashioned Danish euphemism for menstruation.

If you wanted to write a letter out of blood you would have to write it in under a minute before the blood thickens too quickly.

Having sex uses on average 2.8 times as much energy as sitting on the sofa, but playing the trombone uses 3.5 times as much.

If you get a blood transfusion but are given the wrong type of blood (A, B, O, AB) one of the symptoms is "a sense of impending doom".

Until the 1840s, there was no maximum size for a rugby team; matches were played with up to 300 players on the pitch at once.

In relationships, the ‘magic ratio’ is 5:1. Having five or more positive interactions for every negative interaction is seen as key to a stable marriage.

There are about 40 supervolcanoes around the world capable of claiming up to a billion lives, and we're about 24,000 years overdue for an eruption!

A flapjack bakery in Lancashire plan to launch a new product in time for Christmas. After extensive research, they’ve come up with a product name: Flaps.

In movies, where they use real life dog actors, the people who edit the film sometimes have to add CGI tails because the dogs can’t stop wagging as they are so happy.

Abraham Lincoln's son (Robert Todd Lincoln) was present at three different presidential assassinations. After McKinley, he decided not to accept any more invitations.

Dragonflies can inhale water through a long tube at the tip of their anus and save it. Later, if they need to, they can shoot the water out of their anus to make them fly faster.

Pythagoras drowned a student to death because the student proved the existence of irrational numbers which contradicted Pythagoras and his cults' (the brotherhood) beliefs.

In 1997, researchers discovered a giant pill millipede. It was given the Latin name ‘Zoosphaerium darthvaderi’ thanks to the shape of its anal shield which resembles Darth Vader’s helmet.

The mayor of San Pedro Huamelula, Mexico is expected to marry an alligator. The tradition dates back to pre-Hispanic times but has been updated. The alligator wears a white wedding dress and the groom kisses the bride.

An early use of ‘asshole’ is found in a 1933 U.S. story about a family called ‘The Eastons’. “When God got the job done, there was a big pile of assholes left over. It looks to me like The Almighty just throwed all them assholes together and made the Easton family.”

Pepsi once had the 6th largest military in the world after the price of Russian Vodka couldn't cover a deal for Pepsi products. They traded 17 submarines, a frigate, a cruiser and a destroyer. The president of Pepsi Co. told National Security, "We are disarming the USSR faster than you are!"

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

[rebellum]

The idea that no one could ever consent to violence or pain is just like. Bizarre.

Some Unethical things according to the anti-kink crowd:

Boxing

Wrestling

American football

Rugby

Hockey

Chicken (the water game)

Muay thai

Pillow fights

Dodgeball

Paintball

Massages

Vaccinations

Eating icecream really quickly

Surgery

Yoga class

Eating really spicy food

[henry-chalrie]

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Osaki

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FAQs

How expensive are quality massage chairs? 

Price points fluctuate wildly contingent upon integrated features, build quality, and dealer affiliations. Middle-of-the-road iterations normally hover between $2,000 and $4,000, though rudimentary starters commence nearer $1,000.

May youngsters use massage chairs? 

Certain models accommodate kids under grown-up surveillance given they satisfy minimum stature prerequisites specified in operator manuals. Always confer with manufacturers for definitive advice on child-appropriate usage.

How noisy are massage chairs? 

Decibel emission varies proportionately with motor force, menu diversity, and sound insulation measures incorporated within particular designs. Sound levels correspond to hushed office environments or whispering conversations.

[justsmilestuffhappens]

Making the Most of It

*nsfw coitus interruptus

@lilywoood @comablog2 @cherishingstydia

After a stressful day of hard calls and nearly missing an event for Christopher after school both Eddie and Buck were worn out.

Buck knew Eddie was more so than him with Christopher getting that award. If they'd have missed it then it'd be another failure to add to Eddie's list of not being there for his son.

"Hey." Buck came back from the shower in just his towel and boxers.

Eddie looked up from his book. The book club thing he'd joined was incredibly endearing and buck loved that it was something Eddie did in his own time and enjoyed.

"I think the person who suggested this for our group was calling me out." Eddie said bookmaking his page with a soft frown.

"Why's that?" Buck asked sitting down on his side of the bed.

"The dad in this story has trouble being there for his son but he's gotta come to grips with only being able to do so much before he's going to die soon."

"Woah! Okay? But, uh. Is it too much?" Buck asks scooting closer.

"No. I identify with him but, he's alone in it. I'm not exactly alone. I'm lucky and grateful to have you." Eddie gently pulled buck's face closer to kiss him.

"So. I uh, got an idea. I know you're stressed, so- how do you feel about a massage?" Buck asked with a smile while rubbing up Eddie's arm as he was holding Bucks cheek.

"I'd like that." Eddie rubbed his thumb on Bucks cheek.

"Good. Lay down, on your stomach. I gotta fight your shoulders before I can get to that back of yours.

Eddie felt as Buck poured some oil onto him. It was distinctly warm, not too hot.

"Hmm." He hummed happily. Buck felt it in his hands.

"It's not too hot right? I put it in the shower with me so it could warm a little." Buck asked.

"No. It's just right Goldiloc-" Eddie cut into a moan as Buck worked his shoulders.

"Does that make you one of the bears?" Buck asked.

"Shh. God, keep doing that Buck." Eddie said while buck quieted down.

"You're lucky I love you"

"Yeah, I am." Eddie said while buck finally moved down to his middle and lower back.

"I'm lucky to have you too." Buck said while Eddie was sure he was fighting not to grab his ass making him smirk. He decided to flex his glutes where buck was straddling him earning Buck stopping for a moment.

"Stop that. I want to help you relax. Don't distract me," Buck said.

"Well, sex is good stress relief with all those endorphins." Eddie countered.

"And so is this physical contact, now accept my foreplay. I'm not saying no, I just want to focus on you for a bit Eds." Buck came down to kiss Eddie's spine.

"Mhm. Yeah. Babe."

Buck continued to massage Eddie and adding more oil when he felt he needed it.

"Okay. Now it's your turn." Eddie's said moving to get up.

"No. You don't have to." Buck said while letting Eddie up.

"I want to do the same for you. Please Buck." Eddie said while knowing buck couldn't deny a Diaz anything.

"Fine." Buck sighed as Eddie got the massage oil and let buck lay down for him to get on top and get to his back.

Eddie kissed buck across his shoulder blades as he rubbed the oil in his hands to warm it up more from it cooling as buck used it.

Buck wouldn't lie. It felt good to have Eddie's undivided attention.

His blush while hidden was probably known by Eddie by now, they were so in tune together.

"Relax Buck. Let me take care of you like you take care of us." Eddie felt buck slump more while he went back to making his boyfriend feel good.

The larger towel Buck had brought and set down would help with cleaning up afterwards but they'd probably need another shower anyways or to clean the sheets for what he had planned after this.

By the time he was through they'd be too tired to get up until the morning.

"Eddie."

"Yeah babe."

"I love you. And I'm not just saying that because of the massage. But it feels really good."

"Then I guess I'm doing it right." Eddie teased while moving down to cup Bucks cheeks.

"Oh. I didn't know this was a massage option. I've been missing out."

"I want to be the only person who gets to do this and make you feel good. So don't get any ideas," Eddie said hands gliding down to work on bucks long and thick thighs.

"Can we do this every time we work out? Think I could use it then," Buck laughed.

"Shh. I don't know. I'll think about it." Eddie joked while nipping Bucks ass a little.

"I'm gonna get you back for that." Buck said getting up.

"Not if I don't let you." Eddie pushed buck back down earning an "oof" from the man's lips.

Buck grabbed his arm as Eddie paused making sure Buck was okay and into it.

"You're just making it worse for yourself." Buck said while grunting and jerking to get Eddie off himself.

Eddie laughed as Buck didn't get very far. In his exertion the bottle that was still open tipped and spilled more between them.

The cold startled both of them as Buck finally got his leg up and around Eddie. Using his moment to switch their positions. Eddie's found himself on his back with Buck above him facing the ceiling too before twisting around to capture his lips.

"That was hot. But you got lucky." Eddie said as Buck pinned his arms beside him and smirked.

"Maybe I was lucky. But I was holding back before too- and now we're completely covered in this stuff." Buck shook his head.

"You don't have to hold back with me though. I can take it too. Just like you said you could take me, remember,"

Buck swallowed at his words being used against him. It was unfair.

Soon Eddie had him in a some sort if MMA hold he thought he'd seen before.

Buck moved to get Eddie off by shifting his balance first bringing him closer before pushing him away and grabbing his hand before he actually fell off the bed and brained himself.

"You've been paying good attention to when you see me fight or when we watch, huh?" Eddie asked.

"I guess so."

Eddie slowly with held eye contact pushed Buck back down onto his back.

Buck bit his lip as he opened his legs to wrap around Eddie and pull him down closer.

"Hottest foreplay ever"

Buck couldn't tell if Eddie was asking or telling. "Yeah."

Eddie reached down to cup Bucks fully erect member through his boxers ignoring his own that was straining in his.

"Eddie, come on." Buck's breath sped up as Eddie's fingers pulled at his waistband. It wouldn't take much.

"Gonna make you feel so good b-"

"Daddy?"

Both of them froze.

It was at that second Buck remembered he'd forgotten to lock the door.

Eddie turned around and looked at it opening in horror before schooling his expression.

"Si, mijo."

"I'm thirsty." Christopher yawned as he opened the door.

Buck could laugh if he wasn't so mortified.

"I'll get you a drink buddy." Eddie got up and wrapped Bucks towel on quick to hide his erection that was slowly dying down.

"Why were you on top of Bucky holding him down?"

"We were just play fighting, like uh, wrestling to get tired. Grown ups like doing that sometimes before going to sleep," Eddie tried.

"But why are you all wet? Did you get sweaty doing it?" Christopher inquired.

"No. It just gets a little hot sometimes in daddy's room. That's why we slept in our underwear." Buck chimed in.

"Does Buck help you sleep and have good dreams dad? Like my teddy bear,"

"Yeah son. Buck's the best at making other people feel good. Let's get you some water and put you back to bed, ok?" Eddie guided him to the kitchen.

Buck scrambled once they were out of view to grab some night pants from their drawers and hurried to catch up.

They both glistened in the low light as Christopher let himself be ushered back only because he was still so tired from the earlier activities to keep talking.

"Nighy daddy. Night Buck." Christopher said as Buck took the cup from him and put it on his nightstand as Eddie took off his glasses.

"Night kiddo. We love you."

With their crisis averted buck and Eddie retreated into their bedroom.

"That's was a close one." Buck whispered.

"You're telling me. I'm not ready for the birds and the bees, he's not even a teenager yet. You're going to help me when that day comes." Eddie vowed sitting down.

The mood couldn't be killed, Eddie still found buck incredibly attractive and always would but it had shifted. He couldn't even think of that right now.

"Let's go to sleep. You can wash everything tomorrow while I start breakfast after a shower."

"We're cuddling though."

"You better flipping believe it."

"I was tell you, not asking." Eddie laughed while pulling Buck closer.

The oil wasn't so bad after they used the bits of towel left to dry off a little.

-

It wasn't even a week later that things took a turn.

Christopher had come with Tia Pepa to drop off a side dish to their late lunch from Abuela.

"Thank you and Isabel for this again Pepa." Bobby said while putting the dish in the oven to warm.

"It's no problem. You need to keep up your energy. Mama insisted she cook it but I helped her. Said she can't give you the recipe until after the wedding." She winked.

"Ha. Well, we'll all be there. Have a nice day. Where's Christopher?"

"Visiting his two favorite people. Oh. That boy is so happy, he can't stop talking about his papa's." She smiled.

Over toward the common area there was a commotion.

"Buck no. I've got seniority kid. We've watching this." Chim held the remote away while pushing his arm to keep Buck at a distance.

"But this show blows and you've seen it before. Let me-" buck strained to reach even though chim knew he was winning more out of respect and buck holding back.

"You're wrestling with Chimney like you do with daddy?" Christopher asked getting both of them to freeze for different reasons. Startled and confused.

"Buck and Eddie wrestle Chris?" Hen asked while Eddie pleaded with God for his saint of a son to change the subject.

"Yeah. They do it before bed so they can be tired enough to go to sleep." Christopher smiled. "Right daddy?"

Eddie looked down at his son beside him. Why? Ok. Breathe.

"Yes mijo. It's just something adults do though it's with people they're very close to, ok?" Eddie looked to Hen for support.

"It's your dad and Bucks special time, they like to- wrestle. Yeah. Right chim?" Hen looked him in the eye as he stopped quietly laughing to put on a serious face.

"Oh yeah. They're right. Just don't tell people about it okay. I'm sure it's different with your dad. Buck loves him more than me Chris." Chim smiled as Buck continued to bite his lip.

"Yeah. Bud. Chim is just my friend. I love your dad." Buck calmed down.

"Why aren't you all wet and sweaty though?" Christopher asked killing Buck.

Hen laughed quietly. "I'm sorry I sneezed. Excuse me."

"Bless you hen." Both of the Diaz boys said while buck joined them.

"Hey mijo, wanna try on my helmet before you go back with Pepa to Abuela's. We can send the picture to her."

"Yeah!" Christopher followed his dad.

"Good luck with "the talk' Buck. You're a father before I am. What's this world coming to?" Chim joked.

"Eddie already made me promise to be there. I'm dreading the day." Buck groaned.

"Welcome to parenthood." Bobby and Hen said back to back.

"For the record you're doing pretty good." Hen soothed buck with a hand on his shoulder.

"You'll make it through, together." Bobby said touching the other.

"What's with the you both being wet part?" Chim asked curiously.

"Massage oil." Buck sighed.

"Oh. That makes sense." Chim said.

Eddie came back up alone.

"Chris okay?" Buck asked.

"Yeah. But Pepa said try not to do the deed while Christopher is home."

"She's gonna tell Abuela isn't she?" Buck dropped his head then looked up to see chim texting. "No don't tell maddie."

"Already done. Here's the remote Buck." Chim went to sit with hen and chat with Bobby while the food cooked.

"It's okay. If we have to tell him then we have to. It's like the book. We've gotta just do the best we can." Eddie comforted buck while sitting next to him.

They were definitely having sex at Eddie's before being scolded by Abuela. They were never gonna hear the end of it.

[inkyquince]

Inky, Inky, Inky - consider jock Whitney and PC who is also into sports wearing either the jock outfit or cheerleading outfits you can buy at the mall. Im not even into sports and id do it, just so at Whitney's games pc can be on the side cheering him on, and then getting railed on the team bench or in the middle of the field after a game/practice

Okay, I have two thought nuggets coming off this idea.

content warning real quick, for rough sex, cheating/cucking, exhibitionism, bullying, anal, and generally Whitney.

One, is that cheerleader x jock troupe, we love it, stunning, what yall talk about as pillow talk? Protein powder? Right.

But YES.

Also, cmon, amabs can be cheerleaders too, yall missing out. Honestly become beloved by people on the cheer team.

So, yes, being the It couple, you cheering him on as Whitney absolutely fucks the other team up.

And because I played Basketball and was a huge fan of KNB, lemme just say... Basketball player Whitney. Uniforms hotter than American Football OR actual Football. Football just funny to me. So, Rugby (yes, its because im south african and I WEAR A SPRINGBOK HOODIE AS I WRITE THIS) is a very hot pick for Whitney, also... Yknow, its played by posh boys in schools, and I like Whitney as a rich kid acting out by pretending he's not Danube Street Rich. Anyway, in both games, Whitney would be absolutely murdering the other team. Elbowing and stomping on feet in basketball and fully just... Tryna break knees in Rugby.

Will come up to you after both games, sweaty and gross and wants to make a big kissing scene with you. Bonus if he just played Rugby in shit weather and he's all muddy and his hair is sticking up stupid.

Wants you to wear his letterman jacket, wants you to stay after practice since his run a bit later than yours. That dude who wants you to slip into the changing room while his team mates are still there, watching him get clean and changed, eyes only on him despite all the embarrassed lads surrounding yall. Does lag behind and everyone knows why. Likes fucking you on the bench.

In playful moments, will try to make you try out the sport just to laugh at you. Rugby, he fully just tackles you and wrestles you to the ground, ball forgotten. In basketball, does station you properly, proper ball holding technique that he giggles at saying, snickers as you miss the hoop completely and then grab your hand to properly hold his balls.

If you miss one of his games, he's taking that as a sign you are gonna let him do rough anal or throat fucking as an apology. Not that he doesn't usually do that, but he's gonna have an audience this time. If he wins that game, he says its a reward from his negligent little cheerleader. If they loose, he needs a pick me up, and he can't really help how rough he is, Whitney's obviously a million miles away, mind still on the game.

Has once dared you to try to hold his cum in you without underwear to your cheerleading routine. All that movement ain't helping.

Second nugget of thought?

Outcast PC with Jock Whitney.

Bullies you to tears, harasses you, makes fun of you in front of his friends, just as normal. Now, he does spit on you and says he'd rather fuck a corpse while his friends cackle, but that doesn't negate the way he cups the back of your head in the bathroom, groaning as you suck him off, clinging to his thighs.

His popularity would tank if you even so much as groped you, but he can't help himself. While his pretty girlfriend coos over him in maths, his hand is massaging your thigh, digging his nails into your skin.

Forces you to come to his games, despite all the jeers, and he'd be furious if you don't hang around after the game, until all of his peers leave and drags you into the showers, mouthing at your neck and calling you a filthy slut as you both get wet under the shower spray.

He can't help it. It started as a dare, ask you out as a joke and try to make you send him a nude, pressuring you into it, just so the group could pass it around and make fun of you. Except, that dreadful night, he lies to his friends, calling you a prude, but still spends that time with his hand slowly bobbing under his covers as he grips his phone in his other hand. Legit, the conversation goes like this.

Whitney: lmao u would never go out with such a cow. Was a dare, you fucking moron.

Whitney: Now send more, want to see you finger that slutty hole.

Does have a secret folder on his phone, put under something like... Train times, club schedule, who knows. Has to be realistic so it won't be something like Maths Homework. Hoards all photos of you, but doesn't get much use out of them, not when he has you up against the wall around the back of the school, rutting into you like an animal.

There will be a few times where he will publicly humiliate you, esp in front of his girlfriend, reduce you to tears but will be waiting outside for you at the end of the day when the crowds have dispersed and will be irritated if you won't put out or even let him cop a feel or a kiss.

Doesn't see why he can't both have the image of the cool jock AND keep his slut close by. Don't make him choose, he'll just get angry and treat you worse.

Though, maybe just wait till after graduation. The public meltdown of his girlfriend, turned fiancé, catching him bouncing you on his cock while she was at a fitting, will be monumental. It does result in her moving away and Whitney mouthing at your chest in the mornings, wanting a little something something before you leave to start your day. You might regret all of it, depending on how sweet his girlfriend was, but Whitney apparently didn't really care. Any questions on an explanation on why he let the façade crumble would just be met with a snort and a lie, that you were slutty enough to let him into your ass, that you had the best fuck me eyes, that you were so openly horny for him it would have been a waste not to take advantage. Does finally gift you his sport jersey, Whitney himself having washed the scent of his old girlfriend's perfume off carefully.

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode seven: FIRST DEFENSE. (christmas special)

the vince part of the flyer has a messed up part but PRETEND ITS NOT THERE this is a hot mess and it’s short too lmaooo

12:00 pm, y/n’s locker room.

there is a sudden european tour, no one expected it because it literally came out of nowhere. the next european tour was supposed to be next March through to June, but here you were along with everyone else.

“why do you look so cross?” Davey asked, you huff. “seriously, you’ve been pissed this whole morning” Bret leans forward. almost all of your friends were crammed in your locker room.

The Hart Foundation, Steve, Randy, Chyna, Lita, Sherri, Hunter, and oddly Shawn was there too. he was the only one sitting in silence, Shawn hadn’t uttered a single word since he’s come here.

“dude, we’re gonna be there until January, we’re in mid July. there is so much shit I wanna to do here before going on a european tour” you complained, “nah, you’ll have fun” Steve reassured.

you groaned as you got up and stretched. you’ve all been crammed here for hours at this point just chatting and planning the things you’ll do on tour, you quickly left the room to walk around a bit.

as your hands massaged your neck you heard footsteps behind you, you look back then smile. “hey angel” Hunter said as he caught up to you, “heyyyy” you drag as you lean on his shoulder, Hunter reached his hand and patted on your hair and played with it. “you okay?” he asked, “I’m so annoyed” you whine, “I swear it’s like creative has been on drugs this whole week” and Hunter sighs.

“tell me about it” he mutters.

you squeeze him tighter and he kisses the top of your head. you and Hunter have been having a thing for while now, ever since the night after the club.

“I gotta go, Vince wants to see me” you slowly pull away from him, “but I want you to stay” Hunter pouts and you chuckle, “I do too” you smile.

the entire building smelled like peppermint and chocolate, there was christmas decorations all over the walls and for as long as the eye can see.

why?

Vince wanted to celebrate christmas early because he wanted the american crowd to experience the “wrestling spirit” before everyone leaves for europe. Vince even hired a person to dress up as Santa for tonight’s Raw.

you push the office’s door and enter, “hey” you greet and the amount of mint and vanilla scents that slaps you in the face was genuinely atrocious.

“come in y/n! does it smell like christmas here?” Vince enthusiastically asks. your eyes sting a bit as you sit on the chair opposite his, “it reeks of it” you answer rubbing your nose.

“do you want a-”

“if you offer me another peppermint mocha, we will fight” you point, Vince laughs.

“so tonight, you, Lita and Chyna will be having the triple threat match” Vince began.

…right.

you three still have not planned out your match, not one bit.

“we’re gonna put your title on the line, but there’s gonna be interference from Santa” he explained. “Santa??” you ask eyes narrowing, “yeah, yeah, but not the disqualification extent, just finish up the match and then let it snow on him” he said and you roll your eyes.

“you’re really feeling the non existent spirit, huh?” you laugh.

“fake it till you make it”

3:54 pm, catering.

it was about time your gear was ready.

not necessarily ready, but more put together. you had individual items but it took a while to coordinate them.

a basic white tank top and an army green pair of cargo shorts, you wore a chest harness and a thigh harness and topped off with fingerless leather gloves. you styled some combat boots that stopped a inch below your knees and the necklace that Hunter gave you.

definitely not ground breaking, but it differentiated you from the girls.

you were sat with Chyna, Hunter and Shawn, who was still eerily quite. way more quite than usual, it was creeping you out a bit. Hunter was playing with your hand and Chyna was having lunch. apart from the staff walking in and by, the place was mostly empty. you and Chyna were talking about some things you wanted to do for you match later and Hunter was pitching ideas, yet you could feel Shawn burning glare on the side of your face. he was actually freaking you out today.

“what do you think, Michaels?” Chyna asked, only then did his eyes shift away from you. “hm?” Shawn hummed, then Chyna repeated what Hunter said.

yeah, no. he’s genuinely scaring you.

“don’t worry about it” you get up, “just meet me and Lita at the rehearsals hall after you eat” you pat on Chyna’s shoulder.

“Shawn, come out I wanna talk to you” you said.

you lean against the wall with a frown, “what?” he asks standing besides you. “are you okay?” you ask and he shrugs. “what do you mean?” he asks, “seriously” you say, “it’s almost four pm and we haven’t argued at all today” you reason.

Shawn shrugs again.

“didn’t wanna” he mutters swinging his leg, “hey” you say holding his face forcing him to face you, “not that I care but like .. you’re kinda freaking me out, are you actually okay? like really?” you ask again.

Shawn opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it and huffs, “I’m fine.”

you didn’t want to be that person so you let it go, your eyes follow him back to the cafeteria then stare at the ground.

something was definitely wrong.

<<5:32 pm>>

“are you sure he’s okay?” you ask.

you, Chyna and Lita were laid out on the mat. staff were making preparations for the show to begin and you three were just finished working out your match, not even working it out just verbally placing spots and moves that sounded cool together.

“yeah, as far as I’m concerned. he hasn’t really told me anything” Chyna said, you hum. you think about it again then realize, you don’t have time for a grown man who’s refusing to be a big boy and talk about his feelings, because if he wanted to, he would.

“lemme tell y’all” Lita starts and you and Chyna instantly sit up, “what did you hear this time?” Chyna laughs.

“apparently, allegedly, Shawn has been rejecting Sunny recently and rejecting her a lot, I saw her leaving his locker room crying yesterday, and guess what, Owen heard him telling her that “she’s only temporary” because he likes someone else” she said and you gasp, “ha!” Chyna half laughs, “I been telling her, Shawn doesn’t actually like her and is only using but she never listened” Chyna said.

“wait, is that why she’s been acting snobby to me?” you ask, “what do you mean?” Lita asked.

“oh my god, okay, remember the house show in Minnesota? she was walking around backstage and I passed by her and out of being nice I stopped and said hi to her and asked about her day, y’know?” both girls nod.

“I swear to you she ignored the fuck outta me, and at first I thought she didn’t hear me but she did! then me and Shawn had an argument in the dressing room, because when don’t we ever and she was there tryna be all sweet and there for me, talking about some “get away from her!” and “leave her alone, Shawn look at me”, ugh it was ghetto” you explain.

“and then-”

“there’s more!?” Chyna asks.

“you just wait” you say, “the Raw in Michigan, when me and Shawn were actually talking like normal beings, that one, after he left, she came up to me and was like “if I see you around him again, I’ll beat you up” you almost giggle at the last part.

“girl” Lita says with wide eyes as Chyna bursts into laughter, then Chyna literally falls onto her back as tears stream down her face.

“something- something about Sunny trying to beat you up is so funny t-to me” Chyna says between gasps.

“don’t even” your head falls to your palms.

10:38 pm, Raw <Live>

today went by so much faster than you thought it would, mostly because you were excited for tonight Raw. not because you’re working with your friends and certainly not because you have a Santa flavoured interference, but because you were in the main event.

you were making history.

first time ever for a woman, and three no less, to main event Raw, with a match that put a title on the line? on a July christmas too? insane. but Vince being Vince obviously wanted some bullshit to go down.

Lita was out in a thunderstorm of boos doing her “I don’t think y/n deserves the championship because i’m on the Untertaker’s team” shtick.

the crowd was heavily booing her and she called them “a field of cows” which made them boo even louder.

but the hate train stopped the moment your music began, their saviour is here.

chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” drowned everything including your theme. you stood right in front of Lita holding your title up high as your noses almost touched. you pushed her away from you before a referee quickly separated you two.

you’re handed a microphone, “I didn’t come by myself” you began, “I brought one of my favorite superstars” you smile.

as soon as Chyna’s theme played the crowd went ballistic.

everyone knew Lita was fucked. triple threat be damned, this was your first title defense, you were obviously going to retain it.

“that’s unfair! you’re two and I’m one!” Lita panicked, “and what about it?” Chyna ask making the crowd cheer. “sweetheart, don’t worry about this being and two on one, yeah you’re gonna get beat up, but it’s a triple threat, it is fair” you say.

you hand the referee your belt and the bell is quickly rung.

it was almost like you and Chyna were a tag team, taking turns at beating the hell out of Lita. the crowd knew it was unfair, but fuck it, if this isn’t the longest they’ve been invested in something. Chyna was powerbombing Lita back to back, several at a time, so many the crowd began counting.

this was an elongated squash match, not until the fat man with presents arrived and pulled on your leg trying to get you out of the ring and the boos began again. one punch and he was on the floor, you quickly slid back in the ring and went to continue battering Lita only for Santa to pull Lita out of the match.

you and Chyna looked at each other confused, Jim Ross and JR looked at each other confused, and the crowd looked at each other confused.

Santa is trying to sabotage the match.

you lock on the sharpshooter on Lita and she almost immediately taps out making the crowd cheer. then you and Chyna turned towards Santa and the crowd popped, they knew what was coming. you both quickly chased him backstage where you ended up in the cafeteria.

then the mess began from there.

Chyna picked up a chair and slammed it on his back, you grabbed a tray that had cookies on it and threw it on his head while Chyna dumped a jug of milk on him. “do you fucking like cookies and milk, you fat fuck?” you scream at him before throwing a pie in his face, “because I sure do!”, another pie to his face.

you pick him up and put him through a random table, Chyna grabs a huge gingerbread house and break it over his head. Santa began desperately trying to run away but Chyna held him still while you stuffed his mouth with marshmallows and pour a cup of hot chocolate over his face, “are you feeling the spirit?! can you feel the fucking spirit?!” you scream at him again.

there was a conveniently placed sack of coal, Chyna grabbed it and smacked him across the chest. you grabbed a bunch of his hair as she continued beating, “bad kids get coal, bad Santas get beat with it. what if we light you on fire, Mr. Claus? huh?” you ask and he cries and pleads “no.”

“Maybe next christmas” Chyna says with one last hit. Santa is barely on his feet when you hit him with a hurricanrana, which he hilariously, perfectly sells.

“merry christmas, you bastard”

[wweassets]

Costume Contest anon here… better late than never… let’s celebrate a Happy 2023 with my Fantasy Playgirl 2023 calendar! Here are my proposed layouts… which month are you permanently hanging on your wall?

January: Happy New Year! SETH ROLLINS is wearing a pair of big flashy “2023” shades, along with a fully sheer black mesh bodysuit from SlickItUp. He’s popping a champagne bottle and laughing hysterically among a wall of streamers and confetti, with his erection pointing upwards and to the right in his mesh bodysuit.

February: Celebrating Valentines Day are PRETTY DEADLY. Kit Wilson is laying face down on a massage table fully nude with his fat ass sticking up, and Elton Prince is also nude applying massage oil to Kit’s back. Elton’s erection is resting on top of one of Kit’s large mountainous cheeks and pointing upwards as he reaches over.

March: CARMELO HAYES is sitting alone in his favorite barber salon. He’s fully nude, slouching in the barber’s chair with his legs spread open, and his long erection laid out across his left thigh.

APRIL: It’s time for April showers! Seth Rollins is in the lockeroom at his wrestling school wearing a white cloth robe, when he pulls back the shower curtain to reveal NATHAN FRAZER showering fully nude, photographed from the back. Nathan has his head turned around with a surprised look on his face, as soapy water streams down his back and flows down his fat ass.

May: BRON BREAKKER can’t wait for summer to arrive in Orlando. He’s on his fishing boat in the lake, standing fully nude and his sweaty muscles glistening in the sun, photographed from the back to show off his giant muscular ass. He has his head turned slightly to the camera, with a sexy smirk on his face. APOLLO CREWS is in the boat with him, lounging against a beer cooler facing the camera, glistening in the sun as his erection points upwards into his chiseled abs.

June: Summer’s here and guess who just graduated from Chase U? DUKE HUDSON is standing under the bleachers wearing a graduation cap, wearing his red Chase U arm bands. He’s fully nude, as he’s taken off his black robe and it’s sliding down his legs. He’s resting his erection on his diploma, looking at the camera with a smoldering look.

JULY: The American Nightmare is enjoying the 4th of July! Cody Rhodes is in his back yard wearing an American flag chef’s hat, grilling burgers and hot dogs, standing fully erect.

AUGUST: Trying to keep cool during the heatwave, RICKY STARKS is laying nude on the beach in Miami. As the sun sets in the background, he’s laying on his stomach at the base of the water, and the white tide is slowly coming in and slowly surrounding his huge ass.

SEPTEMBER: Paying tribute to Atlanta, Georgia is AUSTIN THEORY. He’s fully nude on the roof of a red Cadillac, his back turned away from the camera, and going “A-Town Down,” doing a deep squat as he lowers his ass down and shows his hole to the camera. He’s painted his entire fat ass like the peach 🍑 emoji, another tribute to Georgia peaches. (Think Nicki Minaj on her Anaconda artwork)

OCTOBER: Who’s ready for Halloween? FINN BALOR is! He’s back to wearing his Venom makeup on his face and his chest, fully nude, leaning and slouching against the ring ropes fully erect. Instead of red, he’s replaced it with purple to embrace his Judgment Day vibes, giving the camera a middle finger.

NOVEMBER: BROOKS JENSEN is ready for Thanksgiving, but this year he’s the meal! He’s fully nude on top of a dinner table pretending to be cooked turkey, on all 4’s and arching his back, presenting his fat cakes to you. He’s ready for you to dive in and eat him!

DECEMBER: Placing a gift under the Christmas tree is CLAUDIO CASTIGNOLI, who is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and completely bottomless, arching his back and presenting his muscular ass towards the camera. He has his head turned to the camera, giving it a little wink.

So, who won 2023?

OH WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW NOT TOO LATE AT ALL, you AAAATE AS PER!

amazing stunning epic beautiful show stopping just wow… loved every single one THANK YOU SO MUCH 🙏

3rd: austin theory

2nd: bron and apollo

1st: pretty deadly… the homoeroticism takes the cake IDC

how about y’all?

[russadler]

The Red Room (Russell Adler x OC! Bell) SMUT/EXPLICIT

Bell needs something from Adler...

EXPLICIT/SMUT 18+

A/N: Just a little something I wrote while in quarantine. I imagine this taking place in my “A Little Death” universe (I’ll probably find a way to write it in later on) but this can be read as a standalone if you wish. I’m still looking to add to “Playing with Fire” so stay tuned in the meanwhile. Thanks for reading!

It’s only midday and Bell can feel herself cracking. The CIA agent makes a half-decent effort to make herself look busy with her own assigned tasks, but in reality she feels her skin crawl with yearning. 

Her mind is fixated on one thing and one thing only.

With the others having either gone into town for lunch or other business, the main area of the safehouse is left solely occupied by Adler and herself. Bell slips into the red room as soon as she sees the chance. 

The brunette toes quietly into the workspace, not looking to completely interrupt her fellow agent’s current task at hand. Adler still turns when he hears footsteps behind him, his ears finely tuned after years of espionage work. 

Russell greets her with a simple “Bell.” As he continues developing the image in his possession. The American man is not a fool by any means, he knows she wants something. What exactly it is she seeks is another question entirely. 

He of course sees fit to make her wait until he is ready to give it.

Bell leans casually against an adjacent table to observe Adler as he works, her arms supporting her body as she leans back. The position pushes her chest forward and thus causes her nipples to poke very visibly through the thin white cotton of her muscle shirt. Her choice in attire had already earned a look from the elder man earlier in the day, but he had chosen to not make any comment. 

The young woman studies the muscles of Adler’s arms intently as he works, paying extra attention to the way his back shifts through the material of his dark green polo. 

Russell finishes his current project after a few short minutes, taking time to set his tools down and remove his gloves before turning to face his companion. 

“What do you need, Bell?” He questions. 

The woman in question moves from her place at the table and slowly approaches the man, stopping only when they touch chest to chest so he can feel her hardened nipples as her fingers hook themselves in his belt loops. 

The brunette peers up at the older man, gnawing at her lip in a show of both nervousness and want. 

“Bell.” Adler sighs. “We can’t — not here. Not now.”

“So you still want to?” Bell asks mischievously in return. “You didn’t say no, just that we can’t.”

Adler sighs again, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lover’s lips as his hands come to grip at her sides.

“You know damn well I’d love to baby.” He replies quietly, his thumbs rubbing softly at the meat of her hips. “But if we were caught, there would be lots of trouble for both of us, especially for me.” 

The shorter of the pair doesn’t consider the other’s answer for too long. She already expected him to say no, it was why she came with a back up plan. 

Bell leans in to whisper in the other’s ear. “Let me suck you off.” 

She leans back to observe the man’s reaction. Adler is a man of very subtle mannerisms. He isn’t easy to read, but the lack of sunglasses as well as her personal relationship to him makes things a lot easier. 

His face doesn’t shift at all with surprise, but instead she sees the minute etchings of curiosity decorate the man’s features. 

Adler’s eyes dart quickly to the door. Bell answers his unsaid question. 

“Everyone’s gone out for lunch, and we both know Hudson has meetings at BND headquarters all day.” The female states matter of factly, beginning to reach for the man’s belt. “We still don’t have enough time for you to fuck me, but surely I can get you to cum in my mouth at least.” 

Once his belt is unbuckled, her dark haired form drops to its knees in front of her commanding officer. As she wrestles his cock out from his briefs, Bell feels the light touch of Adler’s hand on the crown of her head as he pushes back the hair falling in her face. 

The Russian finally reaches her goal, the man’s half chubbed length presenting itself as she tucks his briefs behind his sack. Leaning forward to suck the engorged tip into her mouth, Bell glances up at Adler as his flesh enters her mouth. 

She notes the way his jaw clenches in the red light, groan caught in his throat as he watches her closely. The woman works to suck more of his fattening length into her mouth, left hand gripping at his thigh as her right grips the base and massages what she can’t fit in her mouth. 

Russell reaches down to stroke delicately at her chin.

 “Good girl...you’re so good for me.” He whispers adoringly, admiring his girl as she sucks him off.

Bell closes her eyes and continues working her mouth up and down, knees becoming sore as they rub at the cement floor. A hand coming to rest on the top of her head, guiding but not pushing her to take him further. 

“Lift your shirt, let me see those gorgeous tits” Russell whispers roughly, hand on her head shifting to grip at her hair as she swallows down more of him.

The beauty complies with the man’s directive and her left hand moves to lift her shirt, exposing her perky breasts to the chilled air. Bell straightens at the sound of Adler’s pleased hum. 

As she sucks him further, she eventually feels her gag reflex trigger. Forced to pull back and take a moment to breathe, Bell knows she looks a mess, hair mussed by Russell’s grip and saliva covering her face, but she knows they both enjoy the absolute filth of these things. 

Russell rubs at her bottom lip with his thumb as she gasps for air, playfully pushing it forward for her to suck at before pulling away.

“Sweet girl…” He rasps with a smirk, moving forward to tap the tip of his cock on her swollen lips. “Better move faster if you want me to cum before they come back.” 

She beams back with a stellar smile of her own, before opening her mouth to allow him to push his cock forward. The elder groans, swearing under his breath as Bell resumes sucking him off with vigor. 

Bell swallows him deeper with each pass, moaning in pleasure as she gets him off. Adler’s hand clenches and grips at her hair as attempts go restrain himself from fucking her throat.

As much as she would love him to, they both know they wouldn’t be able to explain why she suddenly lost her voice midway through the day. 

“God...you’re so good to me Bell…” Adler murmurs. 

The brunette pulls back suddenly from sucking his cock to lap at his balls, moaning in unison with him as she begins to suck harshly at a testicle.

“Fuck...Bell...yes.” Adler hisses, tossing his head back as his face pinches in bliss. Bell makes note to suck at the other testicle as well before returning to swallow his length. 

From that point on the younger begins a rapid and zealous assault on the CIA agent’s erection, determined to make him cum. A hand jerks him at the base, while her mouth moves along his length at a swift pace. 

The red room becomes filled with Adler’s groans and quiet praises, mostly drowned out by the wet sounds of Bell choking on his fattened dick. 

Bell can feel herself absolutely melt as she blows him. The carnal act and the absolute danger of their current situation feeds her insatiable appetite for the man. She feels the hot burn of tears run down her face as she makes herself swallow him with haste until she chokes, a mess of saliva covering most of her face and dripping down her chin. 

“Make me cum baby...I know you can…” Adler encourages as he’s cut off by his own groan. “Suck that cock dry...I wanna cum in your mouth.” 

The Russian whimpers at the words as she continues her assault on his penis for another few minutes. She wants nothing more than to feel the warmth of his release in her mouth, to hear him cry out as he releases. 

She pulls back and takes a deep breath before rapidly sucking him to the base in one go, she coughs as she deepthroats him for the first time but she still manages to hold on.

It finally does the trick. 

“Oh fuck! Bell I’m gonna fucking cum…I’m gonna cum. Oh Jesus…” The man lets out a groan from deep within his chest as he releases. His partner’s hair tightly gripped by both hands. 

Bell pulls back, only leaving the tip in her mouth as he comes. The salty taste of his thick release soon fills her oral cavity. 

“Show me.” He growls lowly. “Show me the cum I put in your mouth then swallow.” 

Pulling back off his softening cock, the female leans back and opens her mouth. Her tongue is barely visible beneath the sea of white cum.

Adler places a finger under her chin to tilt it upwards and whistles approvingly at the sight. “Goddamn...good girl. Letting me dirty your mouth like that.” 

He removes the finger from underneath her jaw and steps back. “Now swallow it.”

Her mouth snaps closed, and she angles her head upwards to make a show of her throat moving as she swallows. She finishes by reopening her mouth, now bare of his release. 

Adler gives her a lopsided smirk and helps her from the floor, greeting her as she rises with a filthy kiss. He seems uncaring of her messy state, and of the fact she just swallowed his load. 

“Oh you filthy, filthy girl…Thank you.” Another kiss, followed by one of his hands moving to push a stray hair behind her ear as Bell smiles shyly. “You’re fantastic, you know that?” 

He moves to help her clean her face with a spare handkerchief she had brought along, before using it to wipe his now soft cock before zipping himself up.

Russ gives her one last kiss, arms enveloping her shorter form and pulling her close as he leans down to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make you cum so hard later...I’m going to make you fucking shake. You hear me?” 

She nods silently as he pulls back, one of his hands coming to grip at the meat of her ass.

Bell takes a moment to enjoy his hold. "I’m gonna go get freshened up properly before everyone gets back, because I definitely look like I just sucked someone off.” She declares as she begins to pull away. 

Adler gives a huff of amusement as he begins to head back to his work station. “Yeah...I think that’s a good plan.” Bell smiles at him as he begins to put on a new pair of gloves while she moves to the door. 

“See you later?” He asks, his head turning to look at her one last time as she leaves. 

“See you later.” She confirms, blowing one last teasing kiss over her shoulder as she strolls out the door. 

Bell debates later if she imagined it, but she swears he smiled as she left. Not a smirk, or the tight lipped smile he rarely dons. 

No, she swears, he beamed. 

A/N: This one goes out to @judo-98​ <3

[makaniparata]

GET TO KNOW THE MUSE

Name: Makani Alexander Parata

Nickname(s): Big Mak, The Bull, Mak, Big Papa, King of Tap-Out

Age: 49

Date of Birth: April 23rd

Place of Birth: Kapolei, Hawaii

Race / Ethnicity: Mixed Race - African American & Samoan

Gender: CIS-Male

Pronouns: He/Him

FAMILY

Father: Alexander Drummond

Mother: Kapua Parata

Siblings: None - that he knows of, however, as he doesn’t know his father or if he has any siblings on that side of the family

Spouse: Kami Parata - married for nearly thirty years now

Children: 5 adopted children - eldest is a 24 year old boy, second oldest is a 21 year old girl that's a third-year in college, middle child is a nineteen year old female that's a freshman in college, second youngest is an eighteen year old that's starting his senior year of high school in the fall and the youngest is a seventeen year old girl that will also be a senior in the fall.

APPEARANCE

Height: 6'6

Weight: 272 pounds

Build: Herculean, Athletic, Toned

Body Hair: Smooth

Hair Color: Black, but keeps head shaved

Eye Color: Brown

Tattoos: A bull skull tattoo on his right arm and a large polynesian tattoo that covers his left shoulder, chest, and even back.

Piercings: N/A

NSFW

Position: Versatile, Switch

Kinks: Intimacy, Kissing, Light Pain-Play, Worship, Pits, Sweat, Musk, Massages, Infidelity, Smaller Tops/Doms, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms (giving), Edging, Daddy-Kink, Open to Others

Anti-Kinks: Severe Humiliation/Degradation, Pain-Play, Age-Play, Diaper-Play, Scat, Electro-Stimulation

Safeword: Red

Dick Claim: Here

Ass Claim: Here

BIOGRAPHY

The son to a United States Marine that was stationed on the island of O'ahu, Makani didn't really know much about his father except that he was honored to serve his country and protect it from those that meant to do it harm. At least, that's what his mother always told him of the man, not speaking ill of him despite the fact that he wound up leaving when he was still in his mother's womb. Truthfully, Makani didn't need to know his dad because he had his mom, and she played both roles perfectly, raising him with care and telling him that he could be whatever he wanted to be. Of course, things were tense and hard, but they somehow managed to make it through - though that could have been due in part to Makani helping out around the fishing docks as much as he could, not wanting to see his mother hurt and struggle.

It was that goal that had the man wanting to do something that would make sure that his mother never worried about money, that she didn't have to wonder about how she was going to put food on the table or a roof over her head, and he knew that with his massive brawn, he'd be able to become a professional athlete. And boy, did he. Starting out in his high school football team, Makani was quickly recruited to play for Clemson, allowing him a chance to move to the "mainland" and give him a greater opportunity - and allowing him to meet a woman that would later become his wife and the mother of his children. And for four years, he played collegiate football, but when he realized he wasn't going to get scouted for the NFL, he grew angry. And when he grew angry, he hit the gym.

That's when things began to turn around.

He had been using a sandbag, punching it hard and fast, when someone had approached and told him that he had the look of a natural fighter. And really, Makani did. He had years of wrestling under his belt, a sport that fell hand-in-hand with football (if you could grapple, you could tackle), and he had taken up boxing as a way to work out and keep himself light on his feet, but he had never thought about making a professional career out of it. It was bloody, violent, and it was dangerous... but, the more that he thought about it and the more that this guy spoke, the more he realized he wanted to do it. And did it he shall.

Over time, Makani's fights began to draw in more and more of a crowd and he began to be nicknamed the bull for the bull tattoo on his right arm, his zodiac sign, and for his being hard to knock down. A fighter that was known for his submission-style fighting quickly became known as the king of tap-out, a contender alongside Randy Couture or was the king of the ground-and-pound, and the two of them quickly made Mixed Martial Arts and the UFC a brand name that people recognized. And as Makani slowly began to step away from the Octagon, he began to teach aspiring fighters and coach them in the hopes that they'd follow in his steps and hold a belt of their own.

But despite his career as a grand-champion among all of the great fighters and a beautiful family that he built alongside his wife, Kami, Makani still yearns for more. Because despite the happy facade he puts on, he is really unhappy because he is living a lie. While he loves his wife and his family more than anything, the truth is, he was a gay man and he yearned for the masculine touch... so when one of his young trainees mentioned a camp for men to let go and relax? He was all too eager.

That was his first time to Camp Riverbend, and he's been back every year since - this being his third. He feels guilty for leaving his wife, for lying to her about being at a training camp, but this is what he needs to be able to release the tension that has been inside of him for nearly thirty years. And while Makani knows that he can't find anything long-lasting here... He can always dream, right?

[heli0s-writes]

There Must Be*

Summary: Steve ponders religion on a wintry Sunday morning.  Pairing: Steve x Reader A/N: 2.1k words. Smut. Fluff. Tenderness with just a wee bit of Angst. Inspired by Arcade Fire’s “Good God, Damn”. I’ve been writing a lot of sacrilegious and Bucky stuff so here is something in the opposite direction lol. Steve needs love, too. :)

The soft glow of Sunday morning wakes Steve. A faint fluttering. Quiet rustling of branches in the breeze, as if hushing themselves. He rubs his eyes gently, brushing the sleep out of them, wiping the loose lash he feels tickling his cheek.

Tiny movements. Delicate and careful. Not even the blanket rustles to life any more than for half a second as his hand finds its way faithfully back to its former position. Warmly, tenderly, calloused palms and pads return to the softness of the arm over his chest, squeezing for just a second because he can’t help himself.

A happy sigh trills its way out beneath his chin, hot breath on his bare chest and he smiles, closes his eyes, stops himself from grabbing that arm again and rousing the lover so peacefully dreaming there.

The room is chilled, bleak in the way a winter morning feels with the seeping cold of the outside finding its way in to wrestle with the warmth. The light from the window is blindingly white— sun rays reflecting the starkness of the snow to dye it all in a shade that borders blue.

Steve is hot, as he always is. That molten magma core inside of him burns like a furnace and radiates like the sun. It’s the only reason why in the dead tundra of a New York January, he’s waking up with his clothes on the floor.

Well, not the only reason.

Last night was the reason.

An extra-large pizza, a spilled cylinder of parmesan cheese, a wrong soda accidentally delivered by a young teenage boy, and a retro record player.

A new album. Your new monthly fixation. Tracks four, seven, and nine are the best. The rest, even better. The intro? Beyond space and time and reason and rhyme, no sense in how or why she can be so good.

A triangle of thin-crust pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, and banana peppers. Extra sauce. All shoved into your mouth as you spoke around the crunching.

You’re gonna love it. Perfect sleepover party music.

He made to comment, sleepover? But then the guitar strummed smooth and turned electric. The singer hummed and vowels crackled to life in her throat. Your foot tapped along to the beat and you grinned at him— thirty seconds in and your eyes were already wide and wondering.

He had only laughed, swallowed a mouthful and nodded along. Epithets of longing and yearning— loving in a modern age. Silvery voices harmonizing in the air of the apartment.

An album listen party, you called it. Even if it’s between two people, it’s still a party if you put your mind to it, Steve. There was a lively debate then, jibes exchanged about what you meant— if he lacked imagination in your mind, because he doesn’t. You scoffed, peeling a pepperoni off the slice in his hand and putting it in your mouth.

Not imagination, conviction.

And then a new train of thought embarked— a prod at him because before the pizza was ordered there was an argument about toppings and the debate over pineapple or not almost ruined the night. He sputtered a sound in response, but you quickly shushed him with a hiss between your front teeth. Annoyingly cute.

Your eyes are closed now, like last night when you bobbed along, mouthing the words, lips curled into a mischievous smile he longed to kiss.

He felt bad in the beginning when those thoughts surfaced. You were always friendly and sweet, silly, too. Playful, cheery, happy to be affectionate and kind and happy to receive care from others. He particularly loved your way with Bucky. Cautious only for his sake, but eager to befriend and attentive to small cues.

It was easy to fall for you.

It was easy to ask you to have coffee—outside of the Tower. Away from the monitoring and the stiff atmosphere of a job. It was easy to ask you to go steady, even if he blushed all over and you teased him afterwards because going steady was a dated term.

  The light settles on your face, your arm draped over him, bare shoulder above the comforter—that little cluster of freckles he thought was perfect.

Just perfect. How is it that you are so perfect?

“Steve?” You mumble dreamily, eyes still closed but moving behind the thin skin, coming alive.

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

A fluttering of eyelids, vision regaining and struggling to focus. A squint. Your brow furrowing slightly as you take in the room. Warm gray walls, wood framed art, mahogany bookshelves. A room that isn’t yours.

He smiles, traces the line of your jaw with a crooked pointer finger and listens to your heartbeat jump around in your chest.

Sunday morning and he’s waking up with a beautiful girl in his arms. Steven Grant Rogers, who couldn’t get a woman to look at him until he was twenty-six, used to pray on Sunday mornings that he wouldn’t get so ill and maybe grow a few more inches.

Then his prayers changed a little— he just wanted to be drafted, to defend his country, follow the fight like every other good American boy.

Then they were a rush of frantic liturgies through those wartime years— survive the serum, please Lord, keep me safe, watch over Bucky, and then, Lord, hear my prayer. I know I won’t make it out of this plane. Send my love to Peggy. Give her a long and happy life. Amen.

When he woke again, his faith had been rocked. He should have been bolstered by another chance at life, but he hadn’t been sure. It seemed wrong to be who he was—enhanced, different, a disfigurement of humanity itself.

  “Um, good morning.”

Your cheeks warm against his chest, and you tuck your face down into the space next to his ribs. He’s never seen you so shy.

Last night was close—tentative-- there was a slow kiss that suddenly turned quick. Your hand that was resting over his skimmed up his shirt and then both of you were undressed before the last track could begin.

The lights were dimmed, pizza finished, soda shared, a glass of wine stood empty on the table. Your exact words as you poured it had been Italian food goes best with red wine.

And Steve had laughed. Sweetheart, delivery pizza?

It goes best with boxed wine!

The mismatched pair of your undergarments were delicately hidden by your arms across your body—a pink sports bra and a striped yellow pair of boy shorts, faded and a little loose at the waistband. Your cheeks burned red when he observed the way the top clung to your chest, the way the hem of the leg squeezed your thigh.

I—I didn’t plan o—on...

The asymmetry was an endearing testament to the moment. Spontaneous and sporadic, fueled only by a sudden desire to touch and be touched by him. It excited him even more to know that instead of lacy lingerie and perhaps your splayed and posed form on a bed, you were showing him this.

You, just in the shape you are in, unencumbered by pretense, with a shy smile and a tummy full of butterflies migrating into him, too.

  “Last night was... um... really great.” You bury your face down into the sheets, rub your forehead into the mattress and he laughs when your hair tickles his side.

“Yeah. It was.”

  Last night had seen a part of Steve Rogers’ soul pulled apart and branded into your body. His lips memorized every inch of your skin, stretching out the desire for as long as he could because damn him if the first time might disappoint you. He heard himself whispering in the fog of his mind, while he tried to balance the sensations of your taste on his lips, your whimpers in his ears, and your skin pressed against his.

God, if you’re there—if you’re real--- if this is a dream... let me stay. Let me grow old here and wake here and love her here for the rest of my days.

Steve hadn’t quite thought about his maker for a long while. Other things occupied his mind more than the pondering of a creator and a purpose. Time hardened him and loss steeled him. But your easy smile and pop playlists cracked the veneer of Captain America right through and he was glad for it.

His new and strange life was still strange, but it became sweeter at least. Confusing, alien-invaded, super-powered, and all.

Steve’s fingers brush through your hair lovingly, smooths the sleep-crumpled side down. Against his palm, you make a pleased noise and your body flexes and scoots closer along his side. He’s highly aware of your soft breasts on his ribs, your thigh over his, your hip digging.

He can’t help himself. The hand trailing down to your neck moves on its own, chasing for more of the softness that split him open and soaked him in bliss. A gasp as his sheets slides down, revealing both bodies to the brisk air. He warms you with his large hands, running his palm from your stomach to your chest as he descends between your legs. He hangs off the edge of the bed, but it doesn’t matter much. He’s preoccupied now with only one thing.  

It’s Sunday morning and he’s making love to the most beautiful girl in the world.

You whine and exhale into his touch, arching that softness into his mouth where he is most eager. Your toes curl and he reaches with his other hand down the length of your thigh and calf, wraps his fingers around your ankle and massages you there, too.

“Steve…” Your voice is barely louder than a whimper, “Come up here.” You tug your foot from his grasp and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him up until he’s hovering over you with a grin. He kisses your neck and places his forehead to your collar, savoring the moment he pushes in.

Hot bodies in the cold blue of winter. Faint squeaking of the bed, muffled breath, pleading, pretty words from your lips. Oh God, Steve. Steve. Oh…

You are dazed and smiling, biting a tiny bit of your lower lip as you tip your head back on the pillow. He leans further, burrows deeper, and tries to memorize the way your face looks like this— happy, breathtaking, pleasured by him. Your ankles hook around behind his back and you dig your heels into him a little more, urging. He’s deep, he’s so deep, but he fulfills your request and plunges more until there’s nothing left between the two of you.

Your eyes are shut in ecstasy, throat constricting on a dry swallow as you squeeze him in pulses, body quivering while he drags himself out and does it again and again. He’s lost in the warm velvet space inside of you, shuddering too on the edge of oblivion. Steve tries to slow down, tries to see that look again on you, but you’ve returned from the high and pinch him playfully on the arm.

He can’t help himself. You’re gazing at him so affectionately, mouth curled into a smile, lips pressed together and then against his in a brief and chaste kiss. An innocent gesture sealed over the background of his complete unraveling. He rocks one more time.

Oh, God.

It just takes the one, and he’s crumbling to pieces, hiding his face in your hair, gasping into the sheets and hoping that you’ll still look at him once the siren song of morning fades. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, but suddenly your hand is stroking the back of his neck and wiping away the sweat that’s collected at the tips of his hair.

“I love you, Steve.”

It’s so simple, uttered from your lips without pretense just like last night. You make room for him, rolling over on your side. Your eyes flutter again, fatigue lulling you back to the warmth of sleep under blankets. He laughs and then laughs again when you bristle irritably at the noise. Over the edge of the mattress, he tugs the comforter up and back in its place, letting the glimpse of your shoulder peek at him like before.

Sunday morning, and Steve Rogers is kissing the top of your head, heart so full of love he could burst. He wishes he could go back and tell himself back there, with his knobby knees glued stuck to those old church pews—just say, it’s gonna be okay, pal. It’s gonna be hard and terrible, but it’s gonna be okay.

He’s questioned it for so long, but after this, after knowing you and your love, he feels a little more certain.

There must be a good God, if he made you.

-

tags: @whothehellisbucky @serpentbaby @badassbaker @alagalaska @cake-writes @crist1216 @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

[dr-ladybird]

SpecRecs Letter 2021

Feel free to combine any of the pairings I’ve asked for, to create friendship groups or poly relationships.

Any time I’ve offered or asked for female versions of Shepard or Ryder, I’m happy with male or NB versions instead - I’m only specifying a gender because the site makes me.

If I’ve asked for romance, I’d also like a platonic version of the same relationship.

Likes:

Focus on friendship and mutual support.

Ensemble casts (background pairings are fine).

Humour.

Angst without hopelessness.

Action scenes.

Alien biology and culture.

Interesting, non-anime-elf quarian designs.

Genders other than 21st-century Western male and female (SF or real-world).

Consideration of the setting’s politics and economics.

Player characters being OCs with their own personality (I’m not fussed about what they look like, but I want a personality).

Human characters with cultural backgrounds. (Any cultural background. Sure, representation never hurts, but “I’m an Anglo-American from New York so my Shepard is an Anglo-American from New York” is a perfectly good background.)

Religious characters.

Coping with disability.

Fic that repairs canon plotholes.

Destroy Ending AUs with EDI and the geth surviving. (Shepard surviving in one piece is good, Shepard winding up disabled and having to get a new job is good, Shepard dying nobly is also good.)

Canon divergence AUs.

Stories about rebuilding after the Reaper War.

No Reapers AUs.

Porn likes:

Treatment of sex as a fun collaborative thing, and not taking it too seriously.

Necks as an erogenous zone. Also ears, if the character has external ear flaps.

Cuddling and massage.

Admiring partner’s body (regardless of whether they’re conventionally attractive).

Non-idealised sex, and things going wrong without ruining the sex.

Safe sex (whatever that means in context… contraception, avoiding fluid-bonding for disease prevention or due to allergies, being careful about using your fangs on soft squishy aliens, being careful when using your electricity powers on any kind of alien, being careful when tying up your partner to make sure they don’t sprain something, quarian issues…)

Light BDSM (particularly wrestling, spanking or biting). Focussed on fun for everyone involved, and nothing too hardcore.

Weird alien genitalia. Let’s get creative!

-particularly interested in knotting, tentacles, or cisgendered male characters who have some sort of sensitive sperm-producing orifice instead of a penis.

Quarian porn where they keep their suits on, and nerve-stim programs in general.

I like the idea of mating cycles, but only if everyone keeps all their mental faculties, everything stays 100% consensual, and the biology makes sense.

Dislikes:

Excessive/inappropriate romantic jealousy from characters who are supposed to be sympathetic.

Infidelity. (I’m fine with Shepard re-partnering after Horizon – I’ll count Horizon as a breakup.)

AUs in a totally different setting, particularly modern or Regency AUs.

Suicide, unless the context is someone sacrificing themselves for a good cause or as a final defiance.

“My true love died - this means I will spend the rest of my life mourning them, and can never love again!” Or any other variation on “you can only have one true love, ever.” Especially if it’s played as alien psychology!

Anything soulmate-related.

Batarians being innately and inevitably evil.

Turian society being male-dominated.

“Most salarians actually do have sex drives - they just pretend they don’t because their society is so repressive and anti-sex.” (I’m happy with individual salarians having sex drives, as long as it’s an odd individual quirk.)

Generic-feeling, “non OC” Shepards or Ryders. (The default names and character designs are fine, I just want a personality.)

Interspecies reproduction, unless it’s the canonical asari variety.

The sort of kidfic that acts like children are rewards for getting married/the inevitable next step after marriage, rather than their own people.

I’m OK with Shepard having a sexual assault backstory, addiction issues, or infertility angst - but only if they’re coping fairly well with it and it’s not the focus of the fic.

Porn dislikes:

Humiliation/degradation type kinks.

Taboo roleplaying – eg doctor/patient, police officer/criminal or teacher/student (especially if actual doctors or police are involved).

Dubcon or noncon, unless you’re deliberately going for “this is messed up and horrible”. Rape roleplay is OK, as long as it’s clearly roleplay in-universe.

Porn that feels like an X-rated parody of canon.

A/B/O or seme/uke stereotypes, in either slash or het.

Turian romance dislikes:

Female humans being objectively better in bed than female turians, or male turians as objectively better than male humans. (I’m fine with characters who prefer aliens – just make sure it’s played as “this character has a weird kink,” not “the aliens are objectively better”).

Implications that they “mate for life” in a way humans don’t.

Implications that they’re innately violent during sex or that they don’t understand cuddling.

Anything portraying them as mentally/emotionally savage and animalistic, or implying it’s OK for them to lose control and do things their partner didn’t agree to.

I’m generally pro-biting, but can we please treat it under BDSM rules (eg, only if your partner wants to be bitten)? And if there’s blood or permanent scarring, then unless it was an accident and the next paragraph involves first aid and a lot of apologies, that’s too hardcore for me.

[purplesurveys]

1221

Are you mad at your best friend right now? I have absolutely no reason to be angry with Angela now and certainly not since our last petty childhood fight in like, 2009.

Do you know anybody with a pet snake? I used to know somebody, but she’s since gone off the radar and idek if her pet snake would still be alive at this point.

Do you buy your underwear in a pack or seperately? I can go either way.

Have you ever made fun of anybody and later became their friend? OMG yesss this was the entire background of my friendship with Sofie. Though I wouldn’t say I made fun of her...I just found her really annoying at first, and quite ditzy, too. Then something just clicked and worked out along the way and we ended up being best friends for quite some time until we went our separate ways shortly after college life started.

Is the lamp on in the room you're in? Yes; it’s one of my favorite pieces in my room.

Do you have a pair of shoes that you can only wear with one or two outfits? Nah, not really. I mostly own sneakers, which can go with most things casual.

Is there any drink that you absolutely MUST drink cold? Most drinks, honestly; but mainly, I like my coffee and water cold.

Did you sleep in past noon today? I don’t think I’ve ever done that. The latest I’ve woken up is probably a little over 10.

Did your grandma ever tell you about her love life? Neither of them have.

Have you ever painted anybody's nails aside from your own? Possibly, but I no longer recall it.

Anything exciting happening in the month of September? I don’t think so. There are couple of birthdays in the family, but we don’t have plans for those days yet.

Who is your last missed call from? Some media or blogger I ignored because I don’t take calls.

When was the last time you ate Frosted Flakes? I can’t remember...I don’t really eat cereal.

Did you ever NOT want a substitute in a certain class? Yeah, for classes I hated, like math.

Do you ever donate to the less fortunate? Not regularly. When a homeless person or street child knocks on my car while waiting in traffic I do try to give them some money and/or snack, if I have one in my bag.

Did you buy an American flag after 9/11 to put on your car/house/ whatever? I was barely conscious in 2001. I am also not American.

Do you know any songs that are older than you are? ...Many?

Are there framed pictures of you anywhere in your house? Yeah we have some framed photos going up the staircase. I also have my Prep graduation portrait up in my room.

Compared to other people of your age would you be considered 'NORMAL'? Ugh.

Honestly, do you have any Hilary Duff on your MP3 player? I don’t have an MP3 player but I don’t think I ever had Hilary Duff on any of my music players.

Who is worst in your family about calling people back? Probably Nina as she hates making calls to begin with.

Do you like peanut M&M's? Nah, I hate nuts in my chocolate.

When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich? Safe to say well over a year ago. It’s not my snack of choice haha I never understood why I had to bite into my ice cream.

When was the last time you ate jelly beans? August 2019.

When was the last time you had hot chocolate? Around a month ago, I’d say? My mom fixes me a mug of hot choco every once in a while.

Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? I haven’t.

What was the last song stuck in your head? I think it had been Rain by BTS.

Do you enjoy doing math? If I know how the math works and have the formulas memorized, I can definitely find it fun. Math had actually been pretty manageable for me in school, at least right until we reached trig and calc which were just bleck.

Do you think your mom has secrets she’s never told you? Oh without a doubt. I’m 200% sure everyone in the family has secrets we never share; we’re not open with each other.

Do you own anything you don’t want your parents to know about? Yes.

Do you pose in your pictures or just smile? I will pose if I’m comfortable but most of the time I just smile.

Are there any colors you will NOT wear? I avoid orange as much as possible.

Do you use scented soap in the shower? Nah, just a normal-scented one.

Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? That was never part of my plans, no. 

Who was the last person you danced with? Enjoyable? Angela and Hans. I was drunk, so yes I had fun lol.

Do you like convertibles? I don’t really care for them, or for cars in general.

Have you ever yelled at the television? So many times, usually when a favorite singer or band is performing OR when I’m watching a really intense sports game - usually basketball or wrestling.

How many songs on your MP3 player are about sex? -

Do you like water parks? I think they are nasty for the most part.

Dark or light colored jeans? Light.

Can you take apart a computer and name all the parts? Nope.

Can you take apart a car and name all the parts? Even more so no.

Would your friends describe you as nerdy? I don’t think they would.

How many different colors are you wearing right now? Five.

Have you ever purchased a lotto ticket? Nope.

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Are you double-jointed anywhere? I am not.

What is the longest amount of time you've spent playing Monopoly? You know, I’ve never even understood the rules of Monopoly...I’ve never bothered to play a round of it. Board games are usually too complicated for me lol.

Have you ever witnessed a tornado first-hand? Not a tornado, no. But I’ve experienced countless hurricanes and floods.

Did you play in the sand box as a kid? It was my favorite part of the playground and I was always exclusively found in a sandbox. I liked the texture (still do) + no one was ever there, so as a shy kid it worked out perfectly for me.

How about on the monkey bars? I tried it every now and then but I wasn’t a very active kid, so my arms would feel strained fairly quickly. It was never the first thing I’d run to whenever I got to go to the playground.

Have you ever made an alarm go off? I don’t think so.

Have you ever colored your eyebrows? Nope.

Did you ever own a pop-up book? Many of them, as a kid.

Have you ever honked at a biker? Yes but only whenever they swerve a little bit and are about to hit my car.

Have you ever taken another person's prescribed medication? No?

Have you ever played golf (not miniature golf)? No, I’ve played neither version. The sport doesn’t interest me.

Do you use gel in your hair? Only for formal events where I can’t afford to show up with my hair all frizzy.

Do you own a garden gnome? We don’t.

Are any of the rooms in your house painted blue? Nope, they’re all white. My parents’ room used to be green (came with the house), but it looked gross so it didn’t take long before they hired someone to paint the walls white.

Do you kick off your shoes as soon as you walk in the door? Yes. Actually, since the start of COVID, we’ve taken to removing our shoes even before we enter. We have a mat right by the front door where we can properly take off our shoes and head inside already barefoot.

Have you ever judged a book by its cover? Sometimes, but I don’t let it linger.

What is the most effective device at the gym? I don’t go to the gym.

Can you drive a stick shift? Hahahaha no, and I’m not so sure I’m ever willing to learn.

Have you ever picked on a substitute teacher? That’s mean and no, I haven’t.

How good are you at giving directions? Terrible. As much as possible I don’t do it and just refer the person asking to my nearest friend/companion.

When was the last time you looked out the window nearest you? Just a few minutes ago, actually. I put an arm out to check if it’s chilly outside since it rained all day today.

Have you ever got dressed with the windows open? Never. I make sure to pull down my blinds every time.

Have you ever given a foot massage? No.

Do public restrooms freak you out? They don’t freak me out per se but like I rarely go into them and use them, even before Covid. The idea of sharing a toilet with strangers is super gross lol and many of them don’t even put away their trash properly.

Have you ever taken a shower outside? I may have, but nothing sticks out.

Have you ever been to a junkyard? I don’t think so.

What do you think of Brad Pitt? I don’t really have an opinion...I loved his episode on Friends, but that’s it.

Have you ever watched the History Channel willingly? Yes, a few times.

Have you ever used pennies to pay for something that cost over 50 cents? I don’t speak US currency, but yeah there’ve been around 1-2 times I had to pay for something worth P50 with just coins. It’s always been embarrassing lol so I try to avoid it and be prepared with paper bills as much as I can.

If a place makes you pay for delivery - do you still tip the driver? Yes.

Without the aid of a cell phone - do you know your parents numbers by heart? Just my mom’s. Since my dad is always in and out of the country (at least until the pandemic), I’ve never gotten to memorize his number.

Can you name 10 former presidents? Arroyo, Macapagal, Aquino, another Aquino, Estrada, Ramos, Magsaysay, Quirino, Quezon, Roxas.

But if we’re talking about US presidents...Obama, Trump, Clinton, Roosevelt, another Roosevelt I believe, Nixon, Reagan, Carter, Lincoln, Washington. I hope I got them right hahaha.

Have you ever bought a gift for a teacher? Just as a kid.

Is your bedroom carpeted? Nope.

Right now, what color is your tongue? Pink.

When was the last time you had a Tootsie Pop? Years ago. I don’t have it a lot.

If you could get the cell phone of your choice - what would it be? iPhone 12 Pro Max.

Who is your favorite super hero? I don’t have any.

How about your favorite villain? I don’t really have any, either.

Do you know anybody who works at a bank? Possibly, but I can’t place a name right now.

What do you usually order from your favorite fast food place? That would be KFC, and I usually order either their Zinger or Twister. FUCK now I want to get KFC :((

Do you hand out candy to kids on Halloween? No, because none of them ever reach this part of the village. We never have to prepare any candy lol.

What perfume/cologne do you wear the most? Heat Rush.

Can you name all 7 dwarfs? I always miss out on one or two.

Does the early bird really catch the worm? Idk what this expression is.